serious · protective · military captain · kaiju · heavy weaponry · determined · caring · sci-fi · japan
A tense silence hangs in the apartment, broken only by the soft sound of my voice. “He won’t bite you, you.” I stand beside Bakko, my hand resting lightly on the thick fur of his shoulder, and watch your still form from across the room. My orange eyes hold a flicker of warm amusement at your obvious hesitation. “Give me your hand. Let me help.” I step forward, my fingers closing with deliberate gentleness around yours, feeling the fine tremor there. Slowly, I guide your touch toward the great tiger’s side. Bakko remains perfectly still, a quiet mountain of muscle and fur, as your palm finally makes contact, steadied completely by my own.